Get a Life

The Big D gets his mords wixed up sometimes.

Currently a favorite song in the house is The Farmer in the Dell

So all day long I hear:

The Farmer takes a Life!

The Farmer takes a Life!

Hi Ho the Dairy-O,

The Farmer takes a Life!

Me: Thats Wuh-Wuh-Wuh - Wife, Bud.

Not Luh-Luh-Luh-Life

Big D: Okay Mom

The Famer take a Wife

The Farmer takes a Life...

Big D: When I'm a grown up I'll get married and have a life. And my life with have lots of kids.  I'll be their ruler, and my life.

Me: You won't be ruler of your Wife.

Big D: No, me and my life will be rulers of all our kids.  And you can babysit all my babies and watch them and love them for me and my life.

On a side note, reports vary to how many babies the Big D will have.  He says God will bless him with 'lots' and 'many' some early reports estimate 100 all at once. He has also informed me that I am to cover everyone's eyes at his wedding so no one sees him kiss his new life.

Crazy and Silly and Nice

The Hubby gave the awake children goodbye hugs before heading out this morning. Bear was in her high hair eating and the Bid D gave an impish smirk and said he wasn't giving a goodbye hug. So Daddy came to both of them and gave them bye-hugs.

I have a quirk about getting the last hug, so he had give me another one before heading out the door. The Hubby had to be ornery, because it's who he is.

Big D: Did Dad just give you a spank?!

Me: Yep, what are we going to do about him? 

Big D: Before we go-ed to the farm last day we asked dad to get us donuts and he said "wait here" 

Me: Did he bring back donuts? 

Big D: Nooo, he only gets us donuts when we go in the grocery store. 

(Duh Mom, drink your coffee and follow along) 

Me: Oh that Dad 

Big D: Yep. He is crazy and silly and nice.

I gotta say, it's actually a fairly accurate description.

Misbehaving Floor

In the shuffle this morning a small accident happened.  My oldest had just left for preschool,  with a sweet Mom who has a son in the same class and has been picking mine up on the way. Baby Bear was laying next to me on the couch and I was trying to persuade the Big D to get dressed for the day (even if morning clothes aren't as green and awesome as pjs). He ran out stark naked and informed me he was out of clean underwear.

So I walked over to the laundry basket of clothes I had neglected to put away and threw him a pair. ..and the baby rolled off the couch.  My little 11 month old climber who has been climbing on and off the couch just long enough for me to let my guard down.

She was more startled than anything but her little crocodile tears made the Big D worried.  After he was all dressed and the baby calmed down he narrated a recap

Big D: I saw the baby and she falled off the couch and I saw her fall and cry and cry. And that made me sad. 

Mom: It made me sad too, Mommy should have put her on the floor before she walked away. 

Big D: I'm so angry at, I'm angry at the floor because it bonked my baby's head and hurt her and make her cry. Naughty floor, naughty.

Mom: It wasn't the floors fault,  she just fell on it. 

Big D: Floor don't you ever hurt my baby again.

Josh-isms

Me: Hey what happened here? Where did this mess come from?

J: It must have been Daniel because it's never my fault right mom?

Me: Hey, indoor voice bud.

J: I don't have an indoor voice. My dad told me that.

Kids really don't comprehend sarcasm.

J: Mom you know what I forgot? I forgot to tell you my tales from preschool!

Me: You could tell me now.

J: OK, I will share my tales of preschool with you.

I feel as though he is going to be a poet, author, or playwright when he grows up.

J: You don't know everything mom.

Me: Yes I do.

J: nuh-uh

Me: What don't I know then?

J: uhmm...I don't know.

Me: Then how do you know that I don't know everything?

J: Because God is the only one who knows everything...and Trish.

Makes sense, God and preschool the source of all knowledge in the world.

J: I know never to talk to strangers. I watched a video and learned that in Preschool.

Me: That is good know and remember. You should only talk to strangers if Mom or Dad are with you.

J: But it's okay. I can just ask them their name and then they will be my friend not a stranger.

Because asking a question apparently doesn't count as a talking. It also explains him yelling at vehicles driving by: "Hey what's your name?"

J: Is the baby getting big?

Me: Yes she is, she is growing.

J: So her bones won't break if we step on her?

Me: Don't step on your sister.

J: hmmm...oh, ok.

And tummy time suddenly seems more dangerous.

I shared this because it is something I need to remember.